09-20-2003, 01:31 PM
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Location: San Francisco
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Originally posted by DearAbby
Im afraid so 
We originaly met at Popeyes Chicken. I was working the fryer and she worked at the counter. I knew she had a dirty past, but could see that she had changed.
Up untill recently, she has been the perfect mate. Caring, understanding, and very loving.
It all went downhill when we went to this party last June. There was this ****** fellow there. He was nice and all, he didnt even talk like the typical ******. I never once heard him say "yo" or "dawg" he was actually a very nice guy.
However, this guy made his living by dealing crack cocaine. It must be karma.
You see.... I used to be very racist. My dad was even in the Klan. I never wanted to be like my father, so I tried to be "down wit it" when my girl hung out with blacks. I truley believe that life has come back around a kicked me in the ass.
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